I am alone, in my conscience, where only doubt and evil live. I am meant for this, meant to suffer; meant to be alone. It is something I must believe in, since I've got nothing else. I have no friends; no one to talk too. I may shut off my phone again, there is no point anymore. I can't explain how this feels, but I can show you. I can write these words in hope that long after I am gone someone understands my pain, and rejoices the voice in these letters, one by one. I am a martyr, a fictional character, to help explain emotions that others don't have the will to say. But maybe that's what happens when hurricane meets harbor. When soul meets body, and all that is left are fragments of a lost opportunity. An opportunity that was gone as fast as it came. Because life is no video game. You only get one life, one chance to love, and one chance to make an impact. My time on this world is soon ending. This fire inside me has burned out. I am sick of being sick and tired. My heart has ran out of summers. This fire is over.
Ne-Yo - So Sick
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